Chapter 973 Learning From the Malayan Model

Anna threw her suitcase from the bus onto the dusty curb and jumped off the bus herself. She stood in the dazzling sunlight, blinking in wonder and looking around.

"What are you looking at? Are you unfamiliar with Brussels?" Pokina followed closely, her short blond hair particularly conspicuous.

Anna picked up her suitcase, shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands, and headed towards the door and driveway of the house, muttering, "Who would want to come here if it weren't for that bastard?"

A few minutes later, Anna carried her luggage up the stairs. The luggage seemed heavy under the heat of the mattress! She rested for a moment in the shadow of the corridor, pushing her sweaty hair back from her face. Facing the wide door, he put down his luggage, straightened his chest and stepped forward, ready to knock on the door.

After receiving this imperious telegram, I immediately concluded that the person who sent the telegram was both rude and unreasonable. And now, the person standing in front of her is a living proof!

"Two respected female entrepreneurs, the fate is incredible. Let us meet in a somewhat strange city." Ellen Wilson looked directly at the dragoon sisters, without the arrogance in the telegram.

He took the initiative to take the suitcase and welcomed the two blond beauties inside. The night in Brussels was extremely long.

It's not all driven by desire, it's still an old problem, about the value of silver that has no signs but is worth a try. He also regards this matter as a sign of the trust that ladies of the same status as his wife have in him.

"I listen to you, right, sister." Anna, who was holding the man's body like an octopus, looked back and asked.

Pokina frowned slightly, but she was still quite helpless against the arrogant sound of this couple of bitches in broad daylight. She could only automatically filter the blushing and heart-pounding scene in front of her, and said helplessly, "Of course we are willing to help, I believe you won't Trap us.”

"Of course..." Alan Wilson took a deep breath, stroked the smooth back of the little dragoon, and sighed, "As long as you live a good life, I am willing to work hard for it."

Anna also showed a satisfied smile, and happened to meet the man's eyes. Those pair of eyes as black as paint and as sharp as knives looked at her firmly with eyes that were both cold and sexy.

Anna felt that this man was by no means a half-hearted man who would compromise easily. No matter what he does, he will do his best.

It was obvious that he was studying her now. His eyes wandered over her face, studying her hazel eyes, high cheekbones, soft lips, and shoulder-length blond hair.

"Your gaze is very much like that of a school instructor, very intimidating." Anna put her hands on Alan Wilson's shoulders, and with the words, the burden on her chest jumped.

"My dear, I don't like this metaphor." Alan Wilson stood up and took Anna to hang in the air. "It's so direct when you come here. Why don't you make your sister laugh? We'll talk about business later."

Anna didn't answer immediately. After the long journey and the aerobic exercise just now, my physical strength is exhausted, and the place is so unfamiliar that I can't adapt to it. The man may also be aware of this and feel that she is a weak target.

Of course Alan Wilson denied it flatly and used all the words he had accumulated in Whitehall on the little dragoon. How could anyone in this world love Anna more than him? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"I studied psychology..." Anna saw the essence of the problem at a glance and muttered in a low voice, "Don't use this skill on me. I simply believe that you love me. Don't mix this feeling with impurities."

"I really forgot, you are a top student." Caressing the delicate body that made people linger, Alan Wilson decisively bowed to the evil forces, "This matter is actually simple. If you trust me, just follow me. If you lose, How about I sell my property and make up for it for you?"

"It doesn't have to be so serious. It's my duty to help you. You are my man." Anna had completely betrayed the Hellman family while she was taking a bath, and she didn't even care about the existence of Pokina outside.

“Isn’t the EC meeting over?

Why are you still here? "During dinner time, Pokina, who was also convinced, asked.

"While waiting for the departure of other colonial commissioners, this meeting is relatively large and some colonial tour groups have been arranged." Alan Wilson replied flatly, "Malaya and the Straits Settlements are on the right track. Now that there are achievements, It has to be shown, and it also sets an example for other places that Britain can still control. And any ethnic group has a good face, and the residents of Malaya and the Straits Settlements will also feel proud because of this."

"Actually, don't you have a Commonwealth Games in the UK? You can use that occasion to promote it." Pokina helped analyze, "Didn't I think of it before?"

"I'm just busy every day, I really didn't expect it." Alan Wilson said with a wry smile, "But the Commonwealth Games has passed, and the next one will be four years later."

Sometimes it is useful to chat more with the enemy's hidden agents, but it is a pity that the dragoon sisters' reminder was too late. The Commonwealth Games just ended this year.

In fact, for occasions like sports games, the effect of arranging delegations like this is definitely greater.

The symbol of Japan's emergence into the first world is the opening of the Tokyo Olympics. Many countries use the Olympic Games to demonstrate their national strength, and Mexico does the same. However, Mexico is a negative example. After the Mexico Olympics, the national fortunes of the entire country took a sharp turn, and step by step it became the impression that drug dealers are everywhere.

British Africa was organizing a tour group, which gave him time to stay in Brussels.

In Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia, Grace, who got the inside story of the Brussels meeting, actually talked about this matter to the leaders of the two major Slavic military organizations, "Alan's meaning is also very simple. We need to do it ourselves to win over Belgian immigrants. , a large group of Belgian immigrants have been living for decades. If they return to Belgium, they will have nothing. After all, you cannot take away the assets you have worked for for many years. This group of immigrants may be willing to cooperate with us."

"Then there's nothing to say." Mikhailovich looked at the leader of the Ustasha, and seeing that the other party had no objection, he said, "Then let's make contact with the Belgian immigrants. It doesn't matter what the conditions are. We have less than six One hundred thousand people. The total number of Belgian immigrants in the Belgian Congo is only two hundred thousand. It is impossible for them all to stay in the Belgian Congo and not go back. After the merger, they will still listen to us. As long as the Lubumbashi area comes and goes deep into Northern Rhodesia. The bulge just doesn’t exist.”

"Yes, this is the biggest benefit." A group of old soldiers nodded, saying that if this matter is taken care of, there is no need to worry.

"The British will hold a colonial conference in Kuala Lumpur. I will go there to ask and discuss this matter in person." Grace said immediately after hearing that there was no objection, "Northern Rhodesia also needs a delegation to learn from the Malays. The advanced experience of sub-model is completely reasonable and reasonable.”

The entire British colonies and protectorates are organizing delegations, preparing to learn from the legendary Malayan model.

Richard, the High Commissioner of the Malayan Colony, is the busiest person at this moment. He has no choice but to have an immediate boss who likes to make trouble. He has a slight understanding of Sir Barron's mood at the time. That man left, but it seems that Not completely gone.

Not only are they causing trouble, but they are also getting bigger and bigger. In the past, it was just a meeting of colonial commissioners. Now there are not only colonial commissioners, but also elites from major colonies to form a delegation to learn from the Malayan model.

After Richard learned about the work of the Permanent Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, his first reaction was to quickly improve the public security, which was not bad, and think of ways to improve the appearance of the city, in order to achieve the effect of making people feel at home.

In the propaganda, a ghost named Alan kept hovering over Richard's head. The telegram stated that it was a backward area of ​​the British Empire and he came to learn advanced management experience. The Chinese like that kind of heaven. There is absolutely nothing wrong with spreading the feeling of the country through anecdotal news according to his instructions.

Chinese people have a good reputation and maintain a decent attitude when encountering such things. They don't need anyone to teach them, they will figure it out by themselves.

Richard also had to admit that it was indeed very effective. The entire colony, at least the major cities, had a completely new look.

"The Chinese are all decent people." Richard muttered the newly learned vocabulary, and had to admit that Alan Wilson was not accurate, even if the person was still ten thousand kilometers away.

Before the delegations from the colonies and protectorates arrived, the whole of Malaya and the Straits Settlements had already risen.

Many residents are thinking about how to shock the bumpkins in backward areas without leaving any trace. The purpose must be achieved inadvertently, otherwise it will appear that everyone is uneducated.

The carefully selected colonial elite also followed the colonial commissioners and embarked on this learning journey.

Alan Wilson, the executive deputy secretary-general of the Overseas Assets Management Committee, reminded that many colonial commissioners requested that the colonial elites who followed the departure could dress up in a more traditional way and reflect regional characteristics. It is not a bad thing.

"Regional characteristics cannot be reflected without bare buttocks." Alan Wilson responded righteously to the commissioner of British Basutoland and said that anything that goes too far will only be counterproductive.

British Basutoland, British Bechuana, British Gold Coast, British Cameroon, British Gambia, more than 20 colonial commissioners, accompanied by nearly 3,000 people, set off from various places in a mighty manner. Set off wildly.

Alan Wilson had just said goodbye to the Dragoon sisters and boarded a flight in Paris. During this period, he met Hedy Lamarr and Ms. Ingrid Bergman who were traveling to Asia to award awards to emerging actors in the Asia-Pacific region. What a coincidence.